The little voice

Brandi

I take a sip of the shot, trying to pace myself because I already feel a little too good, and I know I’m on my way to being drunk for the first time in my life. I look at the shot and then watch as Gianna downs another one. Tonight reminds me of high school when she would get wasted, so I would have to take care of her. I guess some things never change. I put the glass down on the bar top.

“No, no, no. What are you doing?”

“I have already had five. You’re on your seventh.”

“Eight. I brought you here to get drunk and party our asses off.”

“One of us needs to stay sober and make sure nothing happens.”

“We’re in Uncle Williams’ club surrounded by security. Nothing will happen.”

“You never know-”

“B, he’s gone. You can relax.” She says as she picks up and hands me the shot.

She doesn’t say another word, instead; she turns back to the bar and orders more shots. I look at the shot in my hand as her words play in my head. I know she is talking about Colin. It’s true that in th